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my cover is broken and I seem to be doomed to lie in
that cramped position all night.
A Seventh Grade, Helene Chamberlin,
I Emerson School. 102 Thirteenth Street S.
FINDING HIS FRIENDS.
It was in one cold day in December my little
mistress, Eva, was down town with her nurse, bnying
Christmas presents and I was trotting along by their side
when suddenly I eaught sight of a big, kind-looking St.
Bernard with whom I wanted to get acquainted immedi
ately. I started off after her without even glancing back
at my little mistress. This big dog's name was Doris
and she was lumbering along after a fine carriage. The
streets of 0 are crowded, and I soon lost sight of my
would-be friend and without knowing where I was going
I soon wandered into the slums. Here a thin, ragged boy
saw me and ran home with me to his mother. This woman,
tho thin and poor, was honest, and told her son to take
me to the Humane. Soeiety, for I certainly was owned by
some one who loved me, judging from my appearanee.
Meanwhile, little Eva was hunting and phoning all over
the city, and when she found me, she rewarded the poor
boy well. This taught me that Eva is the best friend I
kave in the world, after all. Jessie Davidson,
A Fifth Grade, 219 Pleasant Street SE.
Motley School. IS
A KERNEL'S ADVENTURE.
This day a great thing happened to me. I was torn
from my home. Then I was carried to the house by a
little boy and my coat was torn off. I do not know what
became of it. Then I was put in a wire cage and a little
girl held me over a hot place. Soon I began to cry and
pop open. I did not stay in that cage long and then I
was dumped into a dish and something wet was poured
on me then something like was added. I did not know
what to think of this, but did not say anything, for they
would not have understood me any way.
Sixth Grade, Grace Durose,
Minnehaha School. 4159 Hiawatha Avenue.
__ UNCUS JERRY NOT AFRAID.
This morning, the thirty-first of October, I was lying
in the window of a grocery store. Finally I was picked
up by the grocer and handed to a little boy, who opened
bis eyes and smacked his lips, exclaiming, Oh, but that's
a fine onel "Well be able to scare many people with
that!" He carried me home and calling his older brother
out of the house went into the woodshed, where they cut
holes which they called eyes, nose and mouth, out of my
side. They then laid me on the shelf, where I remained
staring around until the boys came home from school.
As soon as it was dark, the boys put a candle inside me
and started out for some fun. The first house they vis
ited was that, of old Uncle Jerry, a colored man, who lives
alone in a house around the corner. They put me on the
window and then began to pound on the window and door,
expecting Uncle Jerry to come out the door and chase
them. Instead, he came quietly around the corner of the
house, unnoticed by the boys, and grasping the boy who
held me by the collar, snatched me away from him and
ran into the house with me, locking the door after him.
The boys knew it would be useless to ask for me, because
Uncle Jerry was their enemy. I heard one of them say,
"Oh, let's go home. We can't have any more fun without
the pumpkin." So maybe they went home.
Eighth Grade, Marie Gau,
Jackson School. 1712 Seventh Street S.
THINGS TO FORGET.
On the first day of November, 1902, very early, a.
peculiar, cracking sound came thru the forest. I had
never heard this sound before, and I went out of my den
to see what caused it. I stalked out, leaving my wife
and children in the den. I had not gone far when I saw
something that stood on two feet instead of four. He
was also holding something like a stick in his hands. He
raised this stick and then came that cracking noise, and
I felt my foot sting. I was about to dispateh him when
some more of those two-legged beings walked up, and I
thought I would better get out. As I fled I saw that these
strange creatures went on in the direction of my den and
when I finally arrived there I found to my grief that my
cubs and wife were gone. I do not believe I will keep
any more diary, for I want to forget these things.
A Fifth Grade, George Hardy,
Bryant School. 3210 Fourth Avenue S.
ALL READY TO GROW.
I have had many adventures today. I will tell you
what they are. A little girl found us under some chest
nuttrees. She put us in a big bag and I wondered where
we were to be carried. I soon found out. She came to a
It snowed today and while I was watching the snow,
in came my young master with the saddle and bridle.
He threw on the saddle and fastened the girth so tight I
nearly bit him then he loosened it and put on the
bridle. When he got outside where it was cold I began
playing with the snow. He rode me to the house and
,_ eame out with a whip. I eould not see why he should
take a whip, and I did not like it. When we had
crossed the bridge in the hollow I tried to run, and in
trying to hold me in he dropped the whip. I waited till
he was half on and then began bucking. When I had
thrown him I galloped home. I was stopped at the gate
by the boy's father, who had seen all.
Sixth Grad-^, Wendell Long,
Whit Her School. 2620 Garfield Avenue.
pu down on the
ground.a Shto was sittin by a Ther was a
little hole in the bag and I fell out the brook caught me
and carried me to some nice, soft, rich earth. I passed
some small ant holes and fell into one and WCJ soon out
of sight. will tell you what my name is now. I am a
little chestnut. Hildur Johnson,
A Sixth Grade, 1215 Lincoln Street NE.
MISCHIEF IN HIS HEELS.
MISS MURPHY'S COMPLAINT.
With many others of my kind I lay in a big bin for
a long time. Nothing happened until this morning, when
the farmer looked us over and in a little while put us in
a wagon and started off. I thought at first I should like
to ride a long way, but by the time we had reached the
road I changed my mind. The horses went so fast and
there were so many bumps on the road, I began to wish
they would stop, but on they went till I lost my senses.
When I became conscious again we were standing be
side a big building. I thought my troubles were about
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 12, 1905. 7
over when I saw the horses were unhitched, but not so.
A man fastened a chain to the bottom of the wagon.
Then I felt the box lift and the next instant it turned
over, and I fell into a big dark bin. Oh, such a falll
My face was partly skinned and I was terribly hurt. In
about five minutes we were taken out and washed, then
cut up very fine with sharp knives and put thru a sieve.
My skin, or peel, as the men called it, was washed into
the lake, but my nice white pulp went thru the sieve
and into a large tank under two feet of water. As I
lay there thinking of the terrible experience I had just
gone thro, I began, to wonder what-
was going to happen
next. Just then one of the men said, "These nice pota
toes will make splendid starch."
A Sixth Grade, Edgar Larrine,
Tuttle School. 327 Buchanan Street NE.
A New Use For a Pigtail.
A DROWSY DAY.
A leaf from a small boy's diary: Dec. 27, 1904.
Got up early this morning before six to carry wood for
mother. I'd lots rather have slept, tho. Had breakfast
at seven, and father gave me a quarter to spend on
candy and peanuts. I wish I had not eaten so much of
that candy, for I felt queer and did not eat any dinner,
but I had a good nap even if I could not eat. I had to
take a dose of medicine which I am sure no one would
like. I also ate a hearty supper to make up for not
eating any dinner. Had to go to bed at nine. Gee, but
a day like this makes a fellow sleepy. Oh, I forgot. I
have promised mother I would try not to say "Gee."
Good night, everybody. Esther Soderstrom,
A Seventh Grade, 1401 Jefferson Street NE.
FROM EARLY MORN.
I am a big fat horse and this is the diary of one day
in my life.
5:00 a.m.Here is my master. He is taking me out
for a drive to the city, ten miles away, and he only gave
me a panful of oats and about a mouthful of hay.
8:30 a.m.I am at the city and as hungry as can be.
Oh! The funniest thing passed me. It had no horses at
tached to it and it made the queerest sound as it went by.
10:30 a.m.My master has put me in a stable. It
is very large, but not clean.
11:00 a.m.A nice, big dinner. Oh, it was good. I
feel all right now. My master is not really stingy and
he is very good to me.
12:30 p.m.Here is my master. I am glad, because
I am going home.
2:30 p.m.Just reached home. Had quite a large
load. Master is rubbing me down and giving me a
6:00 p.m.I am done with my supper now and I am
going to Bleep, so I will close my diary for today. Good
night.An Old Horse. Grace Maeby,
A. Seventh Grade, 826 Twenty-third Avenue S.
THINGS HE USED TO DO.
This is a page from a diary I kept for our dog,
"Beggie," who is now dead. Eight-thirty in the morn
ing he drank the cat's milk for which he was punished
by a number of scratches. Five minutes later he took
my little sister's candy. He was punished with a little
stick. He managed to keep quiet untiPnoon. Then he
aw the bread box was open and helped himself to a loaf
of bread. He was punished by being made to finish it,
whieh he seemed to find very hard wof%. This done, he
went to the house next door and drank some water out
of their rain barrel. The lady chased him off with her
sharp tongue. I then gave him some water to drink, and
he slept behind the kitchen stove until night.
A Sixth Grade, Mabel Mossberg,
Monroe School. 609 Twenty-third Avenue S.
DOGS PLAY "MAKE-BELIEVE.'
April 29, 1905.My master gave me a fine breakfast
of bones and fresh milk. Wlren I first came here he
liked me so well that he -used to break my food so I
should not have to take the trouble but now he gives
me large bones and large pieces of bread to chew for
he knows I like that better. After I had finished my
breakfast I went over to play with a dog I know. We
pretended we were Indians and ehased rabbits and
squirrels in the woods back of his house. He is the
best fellow around here he is a hunter and his name
is Hunt. After awhile we went over to my house, where
we found two bones. I gave him one. We were eating
them with relish when Blacky and Troubles came over.
They are two dogs who live down the shore a way. They
tried to take our bones, but Hunt and I each took one
and we had a regular set to out in the yard until my
mistress came out with a broom and began to beat us.
After they had gone home Hunt and I ate our bones
with our mouths full of hair from their backs. Hunt
took his bone home, but I left mine for some other time.
A Sixth Grade, Kenneth Merriman,
Calhoun School. 3010 Humboldt Avenue.
A STRANGE DAY.
9 a.m.Just got up and oh, sueh a fix as I was in!
Some one (I suppose it was my brother) had a funny
streak and when I was dreaming all nice and safe, he
pinned the bed clothes together, and I had a hard time
trying to get out of bed. Father says, "It's an ill wind
which blows nobody good," and I think so too, for I
was up so late I could not go to school.
10 a.m.I have been learning to bake. Bridget says
maybe I '11 be a cook some day, and she thinks I 'ni a real
good boywhen I'm asleep.
11 a.m.I've been having heaps of fun. I played I
was a band and mother said she could not hear herself
think. 1 pulled the cat's tail and tickled her under
the chin and I'm sure that cat is real fond of me.
1 p.m.Have just eaten a tremendous dinner and am
sleepy, and I know I've a headache for mother says I
must go to school.
3 p.m.I feel dreadfully because I said to teacher that
my mother had just caught a great big rat in our cellar
and she tied a paper around my mouth.
4 p.m.I am very, very naughty. I stepped on a
little girl's toe and did not say "You're welcome," I
mean "Excuse me"and I had to stay after school and
sit with my hands folded.
9 p.m.Well, I must go to bed. Father says I'm a
naughty boy and mother says I'm just like my father
and Bridget won't give me any cake. I must have
jumped out on the wrong side of the bed.
Ninth Grade, Bernice I. Pratt,
Central High School. 303 E Fifteenth Street.
A HELPFUL BLOWER.
Dec. 29.Today I worked hard. I blew the snow in
big drifts. I made the little school children hurry on their
way. I whistled down chimneys and bent trees almost
to the ground. I rang the bell in the old village church.
I heard someone say that the sleighride was not going to
to be held on account of the wind. At recess I played
tag with the children. I blew a cap far out into the
field and raced with them to get it. I gave them a merry
chase but at last a boy caught it. They heard the bell
ring and began to run. I helped them and they wre
in time. I started for home after all my fun with the
children and on the way I met a man riding. I helped
a great deal by making the horse run fast. I next met
men out in the field. They were very cold from tramping
thru the field. I pushed them onward so that they
reached home mueh quicker. Harry Pool,
Sixth Grade, 2531 Jackson Street NE.
Van Cleve School.
A SILKEN-WINGED SEED.
The sun burst from the golden, pink and purple clouds
in the eastern sky and beamed down upon us where we
clung to our mother thistle. A gentle wind came and
blew us all in different directions. I blew along the
road toward the city. At length, as I raced along a city
street I saw an old lady and a ragged little newsboy
standing at a sandwich counter. The little boy bought
some sandwiches, but when he saw the lady looking so
hungry at them he gave them to her. A little farther
down the street some children were playing in the mud.
Here and there were groups of children on their way
to school. There were men on their way to work and
ladies out for a morning drive. I blew against the coat
of a man and was carried into a large^ building. The
man on whose coat I was went to a window, said "some
thing to the man within and gave him some little round
things. In exchange for these he received a long piece
of paper. The man then went outside and entered a
large thing that people call a train. We rode for a long
time past many posts, lakes and little villages, till at
last the train stopped and we alighted. Then the wind
carried me along until I blew in a little crack on the
roof of a house and here I may possibly grow some day
into a large thistle. Ethel Rundquist,
Seventh Grade, 2539 Central Avenue.
A WOODEN DISTURBER.
Slam, bang! I had fallen on the floor. Then I
heard teacher say, "John, was that your rulerf Put it
in the chalk tray and buy a paper ruler this afternoon."
John had pushed me off his desk while working arithme
tic. I was put in the chalk tray and stayed there for
about an hour, until the children went home for dinner.
Then someone took me out of the tray. Pretty soon I
heard someone say, "What are you doing with that
rulert" I have to buy a new one," I heard John say,
and he put me in his coat, where I soon fell out. Pretty
soon a girl carried me to the office and here I am, wait
ing for someone to claim me. Lloyd Raberge,
A Fifth Grade, 2110 Fourth Avenue a